I Am a Brutal Little Boy

I like to think of brutal little boys
With their hands filled with rocks
Instead of cheap toys
That are not afraid to get blood
On their friends
I grind my teeth and smile
At the thought of three
Tiny voices laughing
And threatening me
Because I just choose to play by myself
Play by myself
Leave me here
I’m just no fun
I’m just no fun
I’m just no fun for anyone else
I don’t think that I’m fun
I’m just no fun
I’m just no fun
For anyone
But me